56 Quotes by John Betjeman

Pam, I adore you, Pam, you great big mountainous sports girl / Whizzing them over the net, full of the strength of five.

Spirits of well-shot woodcock, partridge, snipe / Flutter and bear him up the Norfolk sky.

I know what I wanted to ask you;/ Is trifle sufficient for sweet?

But I'm dying now and done for, / What on earth was all the fun for? / For I'm old and ill and terrified and tight.

Come, friendly bombs, and fall on Slough. / It isn't fit for humans now.

Ludlow....is probably the loveliest town in England with its hill of Georgian houses ascending from the river Teme to the great tower of the cross-shaped church, rising behind a classic market building.

A whispering and watery Norfolk sound Telling of all the moonlit reeds around.

Lovers of Norfolk churches can never agree which is the best and I think one is either a Salle or a Cawston man.

I am still reeling with delight at the soaring majesty of Norfolk.